She cried out at that, the sound exploding out of her and echoing through the cavernous ceilings of the room as she tipped over into orgasm. Her body rocked and shook beneath him, the force of her release making his caveman gene flare full force. He’d done this to her. Made a put-together woman fall to pieces. And that’s when he lost the last shred of his own control.
Fire rushed down his spine, drawing up his balls, and sending pleasure rocketing through him with shocking impact. His hips pistoned into her, the movement no longer in his conscious control, and soon the couch was sliding a little with each deep thrust, making a grinding sound that seemed to fit with theirs, mixing with Oakley’s cries and his guttural grunts.
The release seemed to stretch on, making his vision blur and his mind buzz. Coming with her was a high like no other he’d ever felt—with drugs, on stage—none of it compared. He wanted to glut himself on her. Never let her go. He said her name like a prayer and kissed every place he could reach until they were both completely spent.
When they’d finally collapsed into a pile of sweat and unmoving limbs, he wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled them onto their sides, his cock still buried inside her.
He took a few moments to catch his breath and bask in the residual sensations, enjoying the feel of his erection softening inside her. It was a luxury he’d never had, always afraid of compromising a condom. Oakley didn’t seem to mind a little quiet time either. He traced his fingers over her arm idly, enjoying the softness of her skin, her warmth, the feel of her against him.
“Mmm,” she said on a long expelled breath. “I don’t think we should move ever again.”
He kissed her shoulder. “I’m okay with that. I can reach the phone from here. We can get people to bring us food and water.”
She laughed and the movement made her clench around him again, sending a shiver through him.
“Though I think we may be ruining whoever’s couch this is. And the pillow’s a total loss.”
She snorted. “I hope Kade’s a good friend then.”
“Kade?”
“When Gibson heard I was coming out here to see you, he asked his brother if I could use his vacation home. Kade said yes and also flew me out here on his company’s private plane.”
Pike propped himself up on his elbow. “You let Kade know about us? Doesn’t that mean Tessa will find out?”
Oakley shifted then, separating their bodies and turning in his arms. “I needed to tell her why I was asking for a few days off. She seemed surprised at first and then muttered something about those Ranch boys.”
Pike chuckled and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch to drape over them. “She outed herself
, then.”
“Not in so many words. But yeah, I figured out that meant she and Kade probably weren’t as sweet and vanilla as I thought.”
“Definitely not. Hang around The Ranch long enough and you’ll see just how not sweet Kade can be. He can give a caning that will make you hurt just from watching.”
“Yeah, I saw one the other day. Not by Kade but by that guy Colby. His boyfriend seemed to enjoy it, but I don’t think I’m quite that hardcore.”
Pike’s brows lowered. “Hold up. How the hell did you see Keats getting a caning?”
“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. A girl has needs. Gibson took me to The Ranch a few times to take the edge off.”
He froze but when he caught sight of her smirking face, he gave her thigh a hard pop. “Not nice, mama. Not nice at all.”
She laughed. “It’s partly true. For the last two weeks, he’s gotten me in so I can take a few training classes.”
Pike blinked. “What?”
She bit her lip. “I didn’t know how things would turn out when I came out here, but I wanted to learn more about … about that thing that happens between us. I knew about BDSM from my calls, but that wasn’t real research. That was the silly porn version of it. I wanted to see the real-life stuff, see if what I was feeling fit into that. So Gibson set me up to work with Tessa’s friend Sam.”
“Gibson talked to Sam?”
“Yeah. It was kind of awkward. Is there something between them?”
“Yes. Unrequited lust and Gibson’s hard head.”
“Oh.” She tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder. “Well, she’s great. She kind of walked me through the basics of both sides. We did a few mock scenes.”
He shifted higher so he could look down at her. “Hold up, you did girl-on-girl kink and didn’t invite me to watch?” He groaned and lay back. “You are so dead to me, Oakley Easton. Dead.”